Molly tapped her manicured nails against the table, a frown etched on her usually lighthearted face. "A children's party? Are you sure, Bill? This is a heist, not a babysitting gig." Bill, notorious for his love of the absurd, grinned. "Relax, Molly. It's the perfect cover. We'll blend right in. Think about it: the parents are too busy getting their buzz on to notice a couple of slightly-too-enthusiastic adults admiring the 'amazing' balloon animals." "And what about the presents? How do we even *get* past the sugar-fueled chaos?" Bill chuckled. "Ah, that's where our ingenuity comes into play. We'll need a distraction… something to create a momentary pandemonium." Molly's eyes lit up. "Maybe a rogue clown? Or a giant, inflatable dinosaur that suddenly springs to life?" Bill's grin widened. "Now you're thinking, Molly. This is going to be epic."